Hop things to stay ahead

Hop things and off we go

Another night

Another toll

If I were only the best

The undisputed world champion

Would I resist an ill will of fate

Temptations to state

That my own indifference

Or subject to exposure

To think that I am no good

All over

I shiver

Helpless to get

Away from those feelings

Squalid greed

Unpunished demonstration

Of the full-blown

Castration

Of a society

Is the licking lips

Of high snob-riety

Hanging all hopes

On the goal

Of self advance

Dark fog

Descends on Dallas

Into the evening curls

Another night

Slippery roads

But moving alright

For another morning

Rounds the corner

Around the cracks, I walk

Knowing the tradition

Of certain superstitions

Holding the walking foot

Position

I hold my breathe and

Walk away from the crack

Sudden motionless

I stood in the isle

Looking down at the gathering

Groceries

Collected

I recollected the next item needed

And I moved on

Pleasing the senses

In the beginning

Notched up from losing

To winning

A piquant beginner

I hope to be

In my understanding approach

I learn to be

The same as I ever was

But new the same